St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-12-25

resS very fast. 1t was wonderful
enough when the spirits embodied them
selves in matter which was merely an
imitation of flesh and bone and blood !;
but we are now to have the genuine ar
ticle, and it will stay with us as long as
seemeth to it good and profitable"
Now, mark youv said Plummer,
speaking of this to friend in whom he
had confidence, II don't believe it. 1t
is simply impossible; and yet even more
curious things are told of in scriptural
history, you know. Isn't it wonderful
how early we put faith in those things
of hundreds of years ago which can not
be proven, and what skepticS we are
with respect to phenomena which per-
fectly truthful men tell us have oc-
CURED to their own personal and most
positive knowledge?"
Plummer was naturally Skeptical. He
had fat, red cheeks and little mouth
that continually looked as if it wanted
to whistle, and fat hands and short, fat
legs, and a cOnfiding way that made him
many friends; and then he had habit
of believing in himself and his own
shrewdnesS that made everybody laugh.
'They can't fool me-" he often re-
marked, swapping his fingers as if in
contempt of all efforts to that end; and
whenever he said it, the words created
broad smile all round the board, as If
height and depth of all abSurdity.
Well, the manifestations began with
out the aid of the slightest electricity.
There was no sitting around pine
table and singing psalms, as Plummer
remarked afterWard. The conditions
were perfected without any apparent
generalization, and the boys and girls
over there came and went just as if they
belonged here and were about to resume
where they left off when they passed
out.
Plummer was first astonished by be-
ing stopped at the junction of the
streets. 1t was about O'Clock at night
ON the 9th of December, and there was
a full head of gas in the street lamp on
the corner. A man with blOOd-red eyes,
dressed in ragged oyercoat and plug
hat, the front of the rim of which was
torn so as forest on his nose, leaving
the eyes conspicuous in the vacancy
thereby created, remarked in a hOarSe,
low voice: ''Fm JOnes-P. Q. Jones.
Know me? Died in "a. Member that
S. loaned you! Want it!''
II had an indistinct remembrance of
borrowing five dollars of somebody of
that name," said Plummer afterward,
land of his dying before l had a chance
to return the money. Now l don't
know that this was the Jones in ques-
ton, but if not, how should he have
known of the transaction? Well L was
glad to get the matter off my mind, and
| handed out S.. | intended to ask for
a receipt i'm full, but as l looked the
man disappeared. If the earth had
opened and he had gone into it, |
couldn't have been more surprised. |
peered into the dark little side street at
my right and could see nothing. 1t was
a cold night and the snow and ice
cracked under foot, but his boots made
no noise, and apparently left no impress
SiOn."
Plummer went on, thinking of the
case reported to him few days before
of an embodied horse thief who went
back into the ground, or disappeared in
the atmosphere, just as the sheriff got
hand on his shoulder. ''It's deuced
cold night" he said to himself. Il
should feel it badly if l hadn't taken
that French hot before coming Out-and
the Tom and Jerry is great source of
consolation, too. By the way, if the
boys can keep on their skin and flesh
long enough to enjoy these things dur
ing the holidays, we shall have some
pretty jolly times"
He paused before a building that was
lighted from top to bottom, and every
light in which appeared to be dancing a
jig without regard to rhyme, time, or
propriety of movements. This might
have been partly result, however, of
the whirling snow, it having come on to
storm in good, old-fashioned Christmas
style. Pausing to put handful of silver
into the outstretched palm OF an old
woman who said she was once known